A few moments later the door opened.Standing inside was a burly, bearded and moustached man wearing a maid’s costume. There was little pretense of f...mininity – dark hairs on his legs were visible through the sheer nylon of his stockings and the wig he wore to give him the semblance of a woman’s hair style was perched so precariously that his lace maid’s cap seemed to be the only thing keeping it in place. If I had been embarrassed by the thought of what might lay in store for me at Matilda’s. My hands automatically cupped her face as I returned with the same intensity. Her hands fondled my hair a bit then slowly made their way lower and lower, soon finding their way onto my belt buckle. She began to undo it. She let out a soft moan as I started to massage her firm breasts through her shirt. They fit perfectly in my cupped hands. As she finished discarding my belt, she knelt down to concentrate on my zipper. Once she managed to loosen it, she pulled my jeans off along with my boxers.. She worked as a professional dominatrix and beat men all day. Her business was inflicting pain and she was good at it. I was already seeing stars from the first two punishments, but I could make out Madame Charlotte taking off her thick leather, metal-studded belt. I was still standing at attention, but I didn’t know if I could take much more.Madame Charlotte instructed me to put my hands high in the air over my head. She said that my hands would need to stay there for ten minutes or I was. Stretch me with your cock.”It shocked me to hear the obscenities coming from Barbara. Layer on layer of surprises had me dazed. It was seeing her breasts, her vulva, and the realisation Barbara was a lot more than the casual flirt she’d always seemed. It stunned me to hear her talk the filthy talk, her cunt squelching around my dick as we faced each other, rutting in our dishabille.“This is mental, Barbara,” I said with a groan. I was thrusting into her body, palm sliding over the velvet skin.